Hope - a beacon of light that sheds us the will to go on. What happens if that thing is snatch away from you?
Voices that were once one with the mind
Now thrashes out of control
Hard, solid strong hands
Gripping, clutching, clawing...
The only thing that remains sane
Lips now set in a dour line.
Dark blue eyes
Pooling of enigmatic colors
Springing and drowning
As darkness snatches that only thing...